Mmmmmmmmmmm, Etc.
17 August 2000
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Mmmmmmmmmmm, Etc.
17 August 2000
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5:47 PM: Today's Snack® is Donuts! Chocolate donuts! Lots of them, too. These kids today, you know, scared of a little sugar and fat.
Everything is pretty much OK, except for this strange feeling that it's not somehow, in some way that I don't understand - yet. Maybe I'm just having premonitions about November. I saw Lieberman's speech last night, utterly utterly boring. The way he would flick his eyebrows up when he told a joke - "Oooh I am so naughty!" You just wanna smack him. "Think about that one for a minute" - wow you are so clever and smart! Smack. The audience didn't help, either. I mean, I'm sure it's a lot more fun to yell and scream and shake your money maker, but to anyone watching it at home, the speech went like this:
Et fucking ceterahrahrah.
- I want to say that I love my mom.
- 5 minute floor demonstration and cheering
- And I love my dear, departed father too.
- 5 minute floor demonstration and cheering
- Not to mention my dog.
- 5 minute floor demonstration and cheering
- And my cat.
- 5 minute floor demonstration and cheering
I'm finally going to see Braveheart on the big screen tonight. Poor young Penny, alas, must tend to the sickly and will miss it. We went to see two films at the Asian Film Festival playing at the 4 Star Theater this weekend - Peach Girl and Ashes of Time. That was fun, Peach Girl is a 1931 silent film from China, very standard melodramatic plot - lovely poor young girl grows up with handsome(ish) rich mamma's boy, they fall in love, his momma says Spank, spank, no you can't get married, he fucks her anyway because, uh, "he loves her so much" uh huh, she finds out he was lying, she leaves, she has his child, she sickens and dies in poverty and disgrace, he feels realllll bad about the whole thing, Momma does some more opium and feels vindicated. Heartwarming, really.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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